"Get used to Lowtown, that's where we're going to stay."
|Hometown||Kirkwall, Free Marches|
|Occupation||Nagging Hawke, Bethany, Carver and Leandra|
|Specialization||Wacking Hawke with a Wallop mallet|
|Gear||Wallop Mallet, couple decrepit shirts and pants|
|Behind the Mask|
They’d finally caught him, after weeks of hiding in the gutters here he was strapped to a chair, and likely to loose his balls. Well unless he had another proposal that would ease the concerns of the loan sharks before him. A bit too much money here a little to much money there and the whores of the blooming rose, oh those wondrous whores. That was how he got in this mess…
Quickly Gamlen began thinking of various assets that he had, which was quite sparse. The only asset of any value was his parents home which had been given to Leandra. It wouldn’t matter it was unlikely that she and her mut blood children would ever return to Kirkwall, and the fact he had taken care of their parents in their last moments. It was truly his property regardless of his parents will. They would want him out of debt and have the ability to procreate.
All of this for a gem of unimaginable wealth, one he had never found and that had stained the Amell name. Now all he had was a hovel and hopefully his balls. “Look, I have a home in Hightown, its not much but its worth money and should cover my debt” He pleaded before waiting for a response.
Moments later he was being thrown out onto the pitch-black streets of the docks and told to go home after handing the deed to the Amell estate to the ‘gentlemen’.